Cleansing My Spirit

I stood and cried while the water washed over me. It was not going to be a good day, I could tell. My temperature fell.
A little later my heart sank just a little, ever so softly, while staring down at the blood. But really, should I have been surprised?
The second time I stood in the water, all I could do was wash the blood away.

Trying to think of DH's words the previous week, "You don't want the first egg anyway,right?!"

Cycle 3 I bit thee farewell.

Anyone up for cocktails tonight?